ACHOMATES

Unquiet anguishments and jealous fear Fly from any thoughts, Like night before the Sun: I'm lifted to the highest Sphere of joy, My top inuelopt in the azure cloud, And starry rich habiliments: my feet Set rampant on the face of Nature's pride, The rarest work weaved by her handmaid Art Clothes my soft pleasures, I'm as great as Jove. Only I rule below, he reigns above. O! the unspoken beauty of a Crown, Whose empty speculation mounts my soul Up to and heavenly Paradise of thoughts. Father, I come that thou mayest crown my head, While apprehensive reason stands amazed, Amid the blissful shades of sweet conceit. Then I'll call back my wandering intellect From dreams, and those imaginary joys, I'll teach my soul to twine about a Crown To sweat in raptures, to fill up a Throne With the bigge-swelling looks of Majesty, I'leamble through a pleasures Labyrinth, And wander in the path of happiness, As the true object of that faculty. Great Bajazet I come. Thou must descend From Honours high Throne, and put off thy right To built me up and heaven of choice delight. And honoured Legate? and Ambassador? As if that title Like Meda S charm Could stay the untamed spirit of my wrath, Had he been sent a messenger from heaven, And spoke in thunder to the slavish world; If he had roared one voice, one sillable Cross to my humour, I'de a searched the depth Of his unhallowed bosom, and turn out His heart, the profane seat of saucy pride. Slain and Ambassador? no less: it's done, And ' was a noble slaughter, I conceive A joy ineffable to see my sword Bathed in a blood so rare, so pr cious, As and Ambassador S; must we be told Of times delays, and opportunities? That the basesoldier hath gainsaid our bliss? Thought Bajazet, his son so cold, so dull, So nnocently blockish, as to hear And Embassy most harsh and grossly bade The people to deny me? we contemn With strange defiance Bajazet, and them. Revenge my black impiety; each brow Seems with a scornful laughter to deride Those empty Menaces of . And Bajazet is not our Father now, Sith he hath wronged the duty of a Son, But a scorned Enemy whose prostrate soul Shall make a step by which I will ascend Up to the heavenly throne of heavenly state, If you but lend your help and free consent. This resolution is as great as joust, Continue it brave spirits: he's a slave That having sinned, dares not defend his sin, The world shall know I dare: For though our cause Be wrong, yet we'll make good the breach of laws. It shall be so, my fears are too to great, To join all in one onset: a strong band Shall with a circle hem the traitor round, And intercept the passage of their flight; How now? from whence comest thou? what at thou? To me? We thank you, and pray you leave us. What means the fellow? What i'st thou breathest? Speak it again, for many careful thoughts Possess my soul, that every blessed voice, Steals in the passage betwixt my ear and hast, By Selymus his fallen, to secure my state? Delude me not, and I will rain Such n unmeasured plenty in thy lap, Heap such continual honours on thy head That thou shouldst snrinke, and stagger with the weight. Be so; Who denies To strike in time, can seldom hope to rise, A time of dismal blackness, and my soul Is dull and heavy, as if envious night, Strived to subdue my fatal watch fullness. But I have rushed upon my foe: whose there? Th'art a treacherous slave. O heavens so jmpu ently bade? Hark in thine ear, I'll whisper forth thy mice , least the heavens Should tear and snatch them hence from my reue ge, In greediness of wrath—they whisper. O, òò, Oh villain I am slain. The promise was direct and absolute, To bless my emples with a sacred Crown, With protestations of a quick dispatch, Ere his own right were canceled by fate, So to cut off all rivals in my joys. What intercedent chance hath made his care So slack in the performance? by heaven I fear, Delays willproue delusions of my Hope's And that homebred Mercurian Selymus, Will split the expectation of my bliss, Forefend it Mahomet, or I shall be A sad revenger of indignity. How now? what speaks this bold intrusion? From ? unfold thy welcome news, How fares our Noble Father? Villain. I'm resolved soldier, when day is passed And the full fancies of mortality Busy n dreams and playing visions, At the sad melancholy hour of twelve, I'll meet thee in this plain. He that usurp's the title of a villain. Enough, regreet our Father with our love Tell him we shall not sleep to his command; Fly nimbly back dares the audacious boy, Trouble the world with his tempestuous arms? I'll chastise him with iron whips of war, If either strength or stratagems shall serve, To spoil the gawdy plumes of his high crest, I'll use the strongest violence of both; I am swollen big with hate, and I could break Untimely passage with a wholesome tab To vent the monster strangled in my womb. Father I come, he that detains a Crown Bequeathed to me, must thunderstrike me down.